Page 68 of The Lie
Roman watches me, his breath hitching as I use my fingertips to gently touch his chest. He’s wearing a tee, so I’m not touching his skin directly, and if that makes him more comfortable, then it works for me.
“Do you want that, Roman? You want Mila’s lips wrapped around your hard cock while I eat her pussy?”
I like how Hunter’s taken control here. It’s easier for me to concentrate on Roman’s needs—where I can touch him, cues to see what’s too much—if I don’t have to think about everything else. I don’t know how he did stuff with other girls before me, but we will learn this together.
Roman doesn’t answer Hunter. Instead, he kisses me. His lips are warm and soft as he wraps his hand around my hair and pulls me to his mouth. Hunter doesn’t move away, but he loosens his grip on me and lets Roman have this kiss.
I reach up and very softly place my hand on his cheek and he presses into it. Smiling, I pull him to me, our tongues dancing as I try to find some friction for the need pulsing between my thighs.
With Hunter whispering words of encouragement to us both, I press my chest into Roman, and he doesn’t back away.
We pull apart, and the kiss has left me dizzy in the best way as I blink and look into Roman’s eyes. He smiles, and my heart melts right there.
“I love you,” I tell him, wanting him to know how much I love him.
His eyes glisten at my words. “I love you too,” he murmurs softly.
I place my hand back on his chest, my palm over his heart. This time, the reaction is different. He smiles and places his hand there too. Releasing a deep breath, he closes his eyes.
When he opens them, he nods at Hunter. What does that mean? I don’t get a chance to ask, since Hunter flips me around and over his shoulder, slapping me on the ass. I squeal at the sudden movement, but it doesn’t take long before I’m dropped onto the sofa bed, and Hunter’s looking down at me with that predatory glare of his.
Roman comes over and lies down beside me. I reach over and take his hand and he smiles.
“Roman?” Hunter asks. At first, I think he’s going to say more but realize he’s just prompting Roman to speak up.
“I want you to touch me, Mila,” Roman whispers. His eyes drop to my chest then back into my eyes.
He’s giving me permission to touch him, and I nod, trying not to scare him away with my excitement. “If it’s too much, just say so. Okay? No judgment; just say stop, and I will. You can even guide my hands to where you’re okay with my touch.”
He grunts and I giggle. That’s my Roman.
I move to the hem of his tee and tug it up. He lets me and then removes it himself, looking back over at me. His chest is so sexy, and I know it’s a massive no-go zone normally, so I’m going to take my time and ease him into it all.
Getting up on my hands and knees, I crawl over to him. He lies flat against the mattress, and I watch his jaw tick. I don’t like that. He should be turned on and excited, not stressed.
“Roman,” I whisper. “Would it be easier if I told you what I’m about to do? That way, you can choose to stop it before it happens?” I watch as he lets out a deep breath and nods. He’s still a little tense, but baby steps.
Tonight is his first lesson that touch can be more than pain. It can be pleasure too.
“I’m going to kiss you. Then kiss your chest, right here.” I point between his pecs. “Then slowly kiss my way down to here.” I point at the edge of his shorts. I can see the bulge in there—he wants this, that much is clear. Just, getting there is slightly different than how I would with Hunter.
I turn to see Hunter walking up the stairs. He pauses for a moment and smiles, nodding at me before blowing me a kiss.
He’s giving us this time alone. I wonder if this is something they talked about in advance. I like that Hunter’s giving us this special moment together.
I wait for Roman to say stop, but he hasn’t. He looks at me expectantly.
I kiss his mouth, then tenderly kiss his chest. I watch his eyes; they’re on mine as my hands stay on the mattress, not touching him with anything but my lips. I work my way down, and he moans as I get to the edge of his shorts.
Deciding to take a chance, I show him my hand moving to the bulge in his shorts. I wait for him to say something, and his eyes only grow more heated as I press my palm against him.
Roman’s moan fills the room, and it has me moaning with him as it goes right to my core. I feel hot all over as I lick my lips.
“I’m going to pull your shorts—” Before I can even finish, Roman scrambles and takes everything off. And I try not to laugh at how enthusiastic he is. I didn’t expect that to happen.
I sit back and look him over. Fuck, he’s absolutely perfect in every way. I forget to ask him and palm his heavy cock. He jerks under my hand but doesn’t tell me to stop, as I wrap my fingers around it and leisurely stroke it a couple of times. Enjoying the reaction on his face. He always holds himself so stiff and expressionless. But with his cock in my hand, he can’t give me the poker face.
“I’m going to lick and taste you.” My voice is deep and husky.
